As they walked, Ophelia heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes. She subconsciously opened her mouth to speak, but Tyler, who was beside her, pressed a hand over hers. "Princess, don't worry. It's someone we know."
Ophelia was puzzled. "Someone we know?"
Then, two figures—one tall, one short—emerged from the bushes. Seeing who it was, Ophelia was a little surprised. "Laxus, Ali. What are you two doing here?" As she spoke, her gaze landed on Laxus and Ali's intertwined hands.
Laxus noticed her stare and let go of Ali's hand, looking as guilty as a thief caught in the act. Ali's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly displeased by his reaction. She reached out and took Laxus's hand back into hers. "Ophelia isn't a stranger. Why did you let go? It's not embarrassing to be with me."
